Jack Pelham

They harden themselves against the realization
That they have done wrong—
As if this were good for them,
And not self-abuse—
As if they had something better to do
Than what is right—
As if they had something better to believe
Than what is true.

It is important to him
That you know—
Along with everybody else—
That your post was “TLDR”.

Is there not a fair distinction
To be made between
Being set in one’s ways
And being set in God’s way?

On this date in 1776, America went famously on record against governmental tyranny and against the usurpation of powers not rightfully authorized. She declared that the only rightful powers of a government are those to which the people consent, and that those powers must serve toward life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

There is a correlation, no doubt,
Between the popular and nasty habits
Of quoting someone without citing the source
And of lauding an idea without knowing what it means.

One can decide right now to get wisdom,
But he cannot get it all at once.

Rather, he must keep deciding it over and over.

And so it goes with a thousand other treasures, too—
The acquisition of each depending on
The ability of the person to stay the course.

Suppose I should be so driven against a man
That I decided not to acknowledge his good deeds
And his good qualities
And his accomplishments—

That knowing them,
I pretended as if they were not so now,
And never had been—

And suppose I should rail against him
For every sin I can perceive in him—
Or imagine—

And suppose I should decide not
To wish him well about anything—
And not even in repentance from his sins
And the reformation of his heart.

And suppose finally that I should be so driven
As to wish him tortured or dead
And blotted out from history itself
So as to punish him with the ignorance of
All the generations hence.

When you count this up
All together,
and weigh out its sum total—

Doesn’t this describe the hatred of some?

I think it’s interesting that one part of this
Consists of denying even
The truth about a man
When the truth doesn’t lend itself to
One’s ill will against him.

And this makes me wonder, then,
At how no honest person
Could be hateful like this.

I’d love to live in an historic house
From a time when beauty in architecture
Seems to have mattered more
Than it does today.

These memories are but the shadows
Of what happened in my younger years—
The rough outlines of how it was—
Laid across the imperfect lawn of my mind
And stretched the more out of proportion
The later it gets in my day.

Let us stand back and watch in amazement
As the underthinker defines “overthinking”.